The strength of the Insect Race could roughly be judged by their size. Fist-sized bugs posed no threat to cultivators. Basin-sized ones were roughly equivalent to Tier Two or Tier Three cultivators. Those as long as a human body had to be handled with care, because they were most likely Tier Six or Tier Seven Bugs.
Half a day after Lu Ye had ordered the disciples to retreat, the valley below was crawling thick with Insect Race, including quite a few as long as a human body.
The cultivators watched with secret alarm, all thankful that they had not ventured deep into the Insect Cave earlier.
The average strength of the Insect Race here was more than a level above those by the Crimson Blood Sect. Had they rashly gone deep into the Insect Cave before, there would certainly have been massive casualties.
And this was only the situation in Worm Valley. Conditions within the Insect Nest had to be even more dire. There would definitely be no shortage of Tier Eight Bugs inside; there might even be Tier Nine Bugs.
Lu Ye gave Hua Ci a few instructions, called Amber over, and swung himself onto the tiger's back.
Under the gaze of the many cultivators, he rode Amber and charged thunderously into the valley.
Once they were close enough, he raised a hand and launched a Fire Phoenix Art into the bug swarm. Spiritual Power erupted, sending several bugs tumbling head over heels.
The Insect Race was extremely sensitive to fluctuations in Spiritual Power. The moment Lu Ye cast that spell, a great number of bugs surged toward him. Their dense rustling crawl made one's scalp go numb.
Amber roared and carried Lu Ye in circles around the outskirts of Worm Valley. As Lu Ye sent out spell after